I found a place to sit down again, and my heart began to get troubled. One of the characteristics of my person is that I am slow to react. But I also have a trait that I like to reminisce.

I like the trait of recollection to complement my slow reflexes. There are some things that I may not have understood at the time, but I will understand them when I look back on them afterwards.

I sat there and began to recall the before and after that Lin Fu beat me, I remember when I went to him, he said that we would work for 40 yuan a day, and deduct 5 yuan a day for living expenses.

I ate for ten days and worked for a day, and I was only one or twenty dollars short of him. Besides, it's my personal freedom that I can't do that job, so why do you hit someone? And I want to find someone to watch me, and you want to send me to the police station? Do you want to sue the wicked first when you hit someone?

When I thought of this, a wave of hatred filled my whole body, and I wanted to find their house and burn their whole family to death with a fire. However, it is illegal, and you may be sentenced to death.

I want to go back to Aksu to find my relatives and let them come to vent this evil breath for me, but I am afraid that if my relatives are beaten by Zhang Linfu or arrested by the police station because of me, how can I feel at ease?

"However, I'm going back to my clothes, and it's not a long way to freeze like this." However, if I want to get clothes, I must go to that place, and if I go to that place, I will definitely be able to meet Zhang Linfu.

"If he hits me again, I'll fight back this time." Thinking of this, I found a half-cut brick on the side of the road, and took it to find the way it came.

Maybe I didn't run far last night. I followed a road for a while and already knew where to go to the site. This is due to those idle ten days. During those ten idle days, I wandered around when I had nothing to do, so I was already familiar with some of the streets and alleys near the construction site.

Plus I didn't run far, so I easily found my way back to the construction site.

The door to the construction site was open. Although I was ready to meet Zhang Linfu and took a half-cut brick in my hand, my heart was still beating when I arrived at the gate.

Walking through the door, I came to the dormitory. That Zhang Lin Fu was not there, and it was quiet in the dormitory. I looked around and saw a man of about fifty years old sitting on the innermost bed.

He apparently saw me first, so he came up to me and said, "Lin Fu is not here now, go to the construction site." "I was going to say that I was not afraid of him even if he was there, but I thought that the person was most likely his relative, so I swallowed what I wanted to say. Then I said, "I'm back to get my luggage." ”

"There." The man gestured with his hand. I quickly picked up the backpack that was still on my bed. I took my backpack off, put on my sweater, pants, etc., and put it on the bed again.

Because I didn't want to take it with me, and I didn't want to take the quilt. Because although I was cold at the time, I couldn't do it here Zhang Linfu, and I didn't know where I should go in the future?

Wouldn't it be a burden for me to carry these bags without knowing where I was going?

At that time, I really wanted to go to Yanzi's cousin Xu Xinqiang, first, to tell him about Zhang Linfu's beating of me, so that he could ask Zhang Linfu Xingshi for his guilt, and second, maybe I could open my mouth to borrow some money from him.

But I thought again, I am a son-in-law of someone's uncle's family who has not yet passed the door, and I was good enough to go to someone else's house last time, so why am I embarrassed to go to Daoran's house again?

I wanted to make a call to Yanzi's cousin-in-law, Lao Zhi, again, but as soon as I thought of the cold words on the other end of the phone the last time I called, I gave up on the idea.

I want to call my relatives in Aksu again, but they didn't want to call me last time, so will they call me this time? None of these methods will work, and the only way is to make your own way.

It was about 10 a.m., and I had not eaten the night before because I was tired, and by that time I was already feeling very hungry.

Fortunately, Xu Xinqiang gave me 20 yuan, although I bought toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, hand towels, etc., but I still had 3 yuan left. I found a restaurant owned by a fellow villager and ate fried dough sticks and spicy soup.

While eating, I wondered how I was going to survive. Just as I was thinking, I suddenly saw an unkempt man approaching. The man was about forty or fifty years of age, limping, his clothes dirty, and his unkempt hair obscured his face, making it impossible to see his countenance.

On his shoulders carried two bundles of paper. When he arrived at the door of the hotel, the man put down the paper and called to the owner: "Come on two yuan fritters." ”

The way he looks inspires me. "That's right, picking up waste. Feed yourself by picking up scrap. "I think. But I felt like I should ask people where they were picking up waste. Of course, I can't ask the person in front of me, as the saying goes, peers are enemies.

"I'll have to ask a scrap collector." With this in mind, I walked out of the hotel and came to a main road, where I stood and waited.

Sure enough, not long after, I saw a man coming up on a tricycle. The tricycle had some cans, cardboard, wire, etc., and a scale in front of it.

The man who pedaled the three wheels was about thirty years old, and he was thin and small. "It must be a scrap collector." I think. So I went up and greeted him.

When the man found out about me, he gave me the exact address of the scrap yard and taught me about the experience of picking up scrap. He said to me, "Listen to what you mean, you have been cheated of your money, and you have no relatives or friends here, and you want to survive by picking up waste, right?" ”

"yes." I say. "To be honest with you, I was also a waste picker before I collected it. If you want to pick up waste, you must first think of picking up paper skins, because paper skins are best to pick up, you can go to some shopping malls, vegetable markets and other lively places, the people you write about the place have money, and you can throw away the paper skins. ”

As soon as I heard him speak, my mouth suddenly opened. But where do you put the paper after you pick it up, and how do you get it to the scrap yard? I figured I had to have two big snakeskin bags and a stick.

I can put the paper I picked up into a snakeskin bag and then tie them to the sides of a stick. When I've almost picked it up, I'll pick it up and sell it. So I decided to look for sticks first.

I knew that there were a lot of poplar trees in that place, so I planned to find a suitable tree to climb up and break a branch down to use as a flat pole. I walked about fifty meters and observed a tree with branches as thick as a small arm.

So I climbed up and broke the branch, and then peeled the leaves off. I picked up the poplar branch and went to a vegetable market, and in the pile of garbage, I saw two extra-long snakeskin bags.

I picked them up. It just so happened that the market had some bits and pieces of paper, large and small, so I picked them all up and put them in a snakeskin bag. The paper in the vegetable market was almost finished, so I picked them up with poplar branches to find other lively places.

When the sun was about to set, I picked up the paper and sold it at the scrapyard. The scrap collector was a beautiful woman, about thirty years old. When she saw me coming with a piece of paper, she asked me why I didn't buy a tricycle to collect scrap.

"I picked up these paperpiles." I said to her. "How did you do this at such a young age?" "Isn't that no way? The money was cheated, and there are no relatives or friends here, so I can only live on this. ”

When the woman heard me say this, she smiled wryly, and then shook her head. But she gave me an extra dollar when she was settling the accounts. I picked up the paper and sold it for five bucks on the first day.

The first thing I thought about when I got the money was to fill my stomach. I went back to the restaurant where I had dinner at 10 o'clock in the morning. At this time, the person who helped in the restaurant changed to an old woman about sixty years old. She brought me a bowl of noodles and chatted with me.

When she learned of my situation, the old woman took out two fried buns from the house and handed them to me, saying, "You have been hungry all day, and you must not be able to eat enough noodles in the winged bowl. ”

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